{"id":4280,"date":"2011-08-16T11:09:04","date_gmt":"2011-08-16T05:39:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/?p=4280"},"modified":"2011-08-16T11:11:30","modified_gmt":"2011-08-16T05:41:30","slug":"un-weary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2011\/4280\/","title":{"rendered":"Un weary"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Unending queue,<br \/>\ninching up slowly.<br \/>\nHands stretched.<br \/>\nSaturated love hugs.<br \/>\nDay in day out,<br \/>\nDawn to dusk,<br \/>\nShe waits in smile.<br \/>\nUn weary.<br \/>\nMustached babies,<br \/>\nzombie lassies,<br \/>\nsteps ahead slowly.<br \/>\nstinks of life,<br \/>\nsweaty faces,<br \/>\nblood stained attire,<br \/>\nbloody greed,<br \/>\nego of body,<br \/>\nhardships,<br \/>\nsorrow of hunger,<br \/>\npain of fear,<br \/>\nlive in death,<br \/>\ndead living,<br \/>\nwearing colours.<br \/>\nwe fall out in a line,<br \/>\nthrough,<br \/>\ndeath n&#8217; birth.<br \/>\nBy the time,<br \/>\nWe reach you,<br \/>\nbefore we merge,<br \/>\nIn ecstasy of love,<br \/>\nIn your hugs,<br \/>\nWe had gone through,<br \/>\nmany bodies.<br \/>\nMicrobe to man.<br \/>\nat last.<br \/>\nWe lived as rags.<br \/>\nWhen met you, at last.<br \/>\nAll we asked was,<br \/>\n&#8220;Help me&#8221;,<br \/>\nget married.<br \/>\nGive me another toy,<br \/>\nbetter than my neighbor.<br \/>\nMay we make a wish?<br \/>\nFor a cone ice cream,<br \/>\nwith chocolate topping.<\/p>\n<p>May I ask?<br \/>\nCan I hope?<br \/>\nto reach you,<br \/>\nbefore this a-eon,<br \/>\ndisappear in your love.<br \/>\nI wait as last one.<br \/>\nGuide me to\u2026.<br \/>\nGive me a hug.<br \/>\nOnce for all,<br \/>\nlet me in.<br \/>\n______<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Satheesan Rangorath<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Unending queue, inching up slowly. Hands stretched. Saturated love hugs. Day in day out, Dawn to dusk, She waits in smile. Un weary. Mustached babies, zombie lassies, steps ahead slowly. stinks of life, sweaty faces, blood stained attire, bloody greed, ego of body, hardships, sorrow of hunger, pain of fear, live in death, dead living, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4280","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4280","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4280"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4280\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4280"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4280"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4280"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}